[ TommyInnit One-Shots ]

"It's Not His Fault..." - MAOF Part Two

Trigger Warnings: Violence, mention of death, just hella depressing things.

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Tommy stared at his older brother, looking for some sort of reassurance from him, which he instantly received as Wilbur smiled and ruffled the younger's hair.

"Cheer up, it's not like you can die twice." The older joked lightheartedly, earning a scoff in response.

Suddenly, Wilbur grabbed his little brother's hand and... jumped?

There was a blinding light that lasted 10 seconds before dying down.

The blonde groaned, leaning into Wilbur for support. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, glancing at the brunette.

He paused. It was indeed a brunette, but not Wilbur.

The person was physically shaking, their eyes widened in shock, and fear? Why was he scared?
He paused. Right. He kind of just died, whoever this is must be traumatized.

Tommy took a step away from the person and examined them, narrowing his eyes.

"Tommy...?" The brunette whispered in disbelief.

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"Hey Dream, long time no see." Wilbur said with a slight laugh, soon growling lowly however.

The green man's breath hitched as he quickly turned around. "What the fuck- Wilbur? But you're- I never brought you--" He stumbled over his words, highly confused.

"Who said I was alive dickhead?" Wilbur scoffed, cutting him off. "But that's besides the point, green boy." The man continued, propping himself up against the obsidian wall.

Dream raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. "What...-?"

"CUT THE SHIT, DREAM." Wilbur suddenly yelled, punching the wall he was leaning against and using that force to push himself off the wall. "YOU KNOW FULL WELL WHAT YOU DID." He continued, clenching his fists.

"What?! Oh come on Wilbur, I didn't do anything wrong!" The dirty blonde protested, putting his hands on his hips with an unamused expression.

"NOTHING WRONG?! YOU KILLED A FUCKING CHILD! 3 TIMES MIGHT I ADD! SURE, HE MAY HAVE BEEN PROBLEMATIC, BUT HE'S A KID YOU GREEN BASTARD."

Dream took a step back, his expression practically unreadable. "WHY DOES IT MATTER?!"

Wilbur froze. Dream had fucked up.

The brunette angrily made his way over to the other, grabbing him by the shirt. He raised a hand to punch the man but felt something, or someone, grab his wrist.

"Stop..." A blonde teen muttered, looking at the ground, scared to make eye contact.

There was a heavy silence for a moment until Tommy snickered, "Let me do it instead."

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The two spirits looked back one last time at the beaten green man that laid limp on the ground. He was alive, of course, but barely. It was practically torture. It may seem harsh, but he literally killed Tommy in the same way. He's practically doing him a favour by not killing him.

Tommy paused, "Wilbur-?" He sounded on edge.

Wilbur picked up on this and quickly looked at him, "What is it?" He muttered as he raised an eyebrow.

"Can we go see Sa-?"

Dream cut the boy off with his strangled words, "Sam isn't here..."

"What? What- What do you mean he isn't here?" He stumbled over his words slightly as he turned around to look at the bloodied mess on the floor.

"He said it was his fault you died..." Dream repliedwoth a weak laugh. A weak, yet sinister, laugh.

The blonde's eyes widened as tears formed in them. "But- But it's not his fault! IT'S YOUR FAULT!" He cried out, gripping onto his hair and keeping his teary eyes on the ground.

"He's at xxxx, xx, xxxx." Dream whispered before passing out.

Wilbur bit his lip and placed a hand on Tommy's shoulder. "We don't have much time left, Tommy. We'll have to come back another time. I promise, we'll find Sam." He sighed as he pulled the teen into a reassuring hug.

"Yeah, we'll find him... And I'll tell him it's not his fault..."

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Ayo birthday chapter pog-- Literally the only thing that has got me to cry all week is Sam blaming himself for Tommy's death. What is wrong with me 😩✋ -Noi